Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.